Friday, February 02, 2007

Language Lariat

We must dance it
nude upon the Alps of meaning
we pirouette and tumble
upon beartraps stumble
for the air is spiny
clear and clean
if all goes well
life resembles a magazine’s
cover? But she soon
discovered it’s not
like that at all
(Summer devolves
into Fall and Winter
then comes slouching)
words can be graves
but also roses and
whenever life loses
its sheen polish
a question and let it
serve as a platter
beyond our fears.

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